Where exactly would you stash your Jay Sean, Aimee?
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Poor Miracle Man.
Where exactly would you stash your Jay Sean, Aimee?
IN MY PANTS.
Poor Miracle Man.
Pfft. Poor nothin. The only reason he still lives with me is cause he found out too late that Minnie Driver was not only in Michigan and in our town, and hanging out at our favorite bar. Had he known, I'd hate to think how fast he would have been out that door in search for some Minnie-Love. :)
I cannot fault you that longing, Aims.
After the blood drive, it's salon time for me!
IN MY PANTS.
I don't know if clown pants would be a good look for you.
Then again you like capris.
After the blood drive, it's salon time for me!
Come back sassy!
I don't know if clown pants would be a good look for you.
I'll do it.
Then again you like capris.
That's because capris rock. Duh.